Among the Millet

by Archibald Lampman




When saw I yesterday walking apart
    In a leafy place where the cattle wait?
Something to keep for a charm in my heartó
    A little sweet girl in a garden gate.
Laughing she lay in the gold sunís might,                                     5
    And held for a target to shelter her,
In her little soft fingers, round and white,
    The gold-rimmed face of a sunflower.

Laughing she lay on the stone that stands
    For a rough-hewn step in that sunny place,                           10
And her yellow hair hung down to her hands,
    Shadowing over her dimpled face.
Her eyes like the blue of the sky, made dim
    With the might of the sun that looked at her,
Shone laughing over the serried rim,                                         15
    Golden set, of the sunflower.

Laughing, for token she gave to me
    Three petals out of the sunflower;ó
When the petals are withered and gone, shall be
    Three verses of mine for praise of her,                                  20
That a tender dream of her face may rise
    And lighten me yet in another hour,
Of her sunny hair and her beautiful eyes,
    Laughing over the golden sunflower.